MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Where the hell is He?

My eyes opened as she blew this face. I'm riveted. His face is still very close. Just a few inches distance away. I flinched as he flicked a finger in front of this face.

"Yeey, even dumbass! The chunky!"

"Bub-hunting what?" I stammered and misbehaved. He even frowned. My eyes were round again, as he brought his face closer, closer and closer. I thought I was going to cry, but it turned out that his face passed through this cheek and stopped next to my ear.

"Kerokin," he whispered. I heaved a sigh of relief, lowered my lips to hold a smile. Duh, this is my head why does it always lead there, anyway?

"Yes, come on. You're there!" I pointed to the bed, "Let me find the tools first. Coins equal oil wind nyari where?"  

"Try asking the shark in the sea, but he knows" he replied, taking a prone position on the bed.

"Seriously napa?" I'm getting pissed. He chuckled, then pointed to the suitcase if in our suitcase which happened to be placed in this room the same as Ali's employees, there was wind oil as well as a tool for making a snarl.

"Udah, put on the shirt again!" He didn't say. It even sounds soft. Apparently he's asleep. I put the wind oil back in the suitcase, and allowed his sleeping position that had originally been turned flat on his back. Ah, she's so sweet when she's sleeping like this.

"Hmmm." He moaned, my eyes were rounded as it unconsciously turned out that this hand was rubbing his cheek. Bocil woke up first before I could get my hand off his cheek.

"Why? I'm a handsome, huh?" he said while raising his eyebrows. I'm stunned. He pulled me straight up on his chest.

"What the hell, lastin, no?"

"No!" He immediately rolled over and now his position turned around, he who was on top of my chest. The hair that covers this face. I have no reason to refuse to serve him this time. Maybe it's time I became a wife. I closed my eyes, resignedly enjoying the attack of his naughty lips. Again our union must be delayed. Ali knocked on the door brutally, shouting out a call. Tell us to get out.

"Aragh!" erang Miku's. He got off the bed, shuffling his hair in frustration. Cussing at length times wide. He kicked the foot of that innocent dressing chair. Then put on his shirt. I put my lips together to hold my laughter. Then get up, get out of bed, get dressed and get your hair done.

"What's up?!" after my husband opened the door. I chuckle softly.

"Gue bother, huh?"

"No, Li. What's up?" I opened the door wide and stood next to my maniacal husband. Perhaps his frustration had already reached the provincial level.

"The new chef finished cooking. We eat yuk! Later it will be cold, the food," said Ali. Bocil is still holding nyender on the door side.

"Yeah, yuk, I happen to be hungry too." I looped my hand on Miku's arm while poking at her lips holding in shame and a smile. As expected, finally a smile printed on her thin lips sexy.

"Kheeem!" Ali cleared his throat, "Duh, how suddenly hot is it, the atmosphere inside this ship?" continued.

"Nyebur sono to the sea! The same reunion as your twin!" tease a leak while holding me past Ali.

"What's my return?"

"Bang-beaver!"

"Bad you! Sohib ndiri named ama beaver!" sulk Ali.

After eating, we sat back down. Bocil and Ali play guitar. Tired of playing guitar, watch movies.

"But watch a romantic movie, huh?" my door. Ali nodded in agreement, but seconds later whispered with his best friend. Ali gave her thumbs up while nodding. My forehead frowned, suspicion instantly ambushed.

Suspicion proved. They even play horror thriller movies. I screamed and hid my face in Bocil's chest as scenes of sadism began to appear. The two of them even snapped when I nagged at length.

"Don't! No need to replace it, Li! That's exciting," stop my husband when I suggest that the movie be changed. Ali is more like his soul. They were so happy watching the movie. I kept my face hidden in Bocil's chest. Occasionally peek a little. Curious, but fearful is more domineering.

*****

Arriving at the island is almost midnight. Apparently there was already a couple who welcomed our arrival. Ali said, the two men who work to take care of the Villanya on this island. While the crew, some went to Villa, and some chose to sleep on the ship.

My eyes swept around the Villa illuminated by lights. Silent atmosphere. Sometimes the sound of night animals. Like the sound of an owl, and I don't know what else.

"You must be tired, huh?" guess Ali. After we entered the villa.

"not again. Sleepy too," said my man.

"Yes, get some rest!" tell Ali. In a second, he asked the woman who had introduced herself as the Russian mother to take us to the room. Her husband, Mr. Rusman, accompanied Ali in the front room.

"Ready, Den!" replied, Miss Rus obeyed. Then led me and the Bocil to a spacious and luxurious room dominated by purple.

"Good break! Oya, the toilet is behind that door!" ma'am Rus pointed to a door located a few steps to the right of the bed, "If you need something to intercom!" continued. I nodded, bocil said 'thank you'. Cool too, on an island that is located far from urban like this, but has been equipped with various facilities.

"What if now we continue on the ship paused?" whispered my man after Miss Rus left. I wave. Nervous. He locked the door. After he stepped closer.

"May, but don't be long, huh?" I'm nodding.

My steps slowed when I came back from the toilet and found that she was asleep. Lah, he said he wanted to nganu, but even already molested. Ck, delayed again, deh. Though only left washing face the same brush teeth doang stretch. I slowly spread my body next to him. He moaned, pushed closer, wrapped his hands around this waist. I put my hands around her body. I looked at her cute face while sleeping.

******

I opened my eyes and it was morning. Bocil no longer exists. The atmosphere is completely deserted. I thought my husband was still in the bathroom, but he was out of the room apparently. I checked my phone and sent a message to my man.

[Where are you?]

[Why? Kangen huh?] Stuffed with lope-lope eyes.

[Ck, seriously napa? Where are you?] Angry sticker I added.

[I'm luring with Ali.]

[Ihh, how come you don't jump, anyway?! Didn't you wake me up?] I put a sticker on.

[No waking up. The sleep was very slumbering, until I just kissed not wake up.]

Huh uh?! Did he really help these lips? Turtle lips and smile.

[Then come here. Ask for anther, Ms. Rus. He knows this place.] I was jolted from the daydream by the notification of the follow-up message from him.

[Yes, I took a shower.]

[Yes. A clean shower, beautiful dress. Who knows, we'll get a chance for hokya-hokya.] Side-mounted sticker tongue added.

[Basic bah-um!] He replied with a sticker. Then I put the phone on the bed and I took a shower.

After taking a shower I went out of the room and looked for the whereabouts of Ms. Rus. She was talking to her husband in the kitchen. Not talking, rather like arguing. The atmosphere was getting hotter, so I felt risky to disturb them.

"Eh, there's a Mb apparently." Rus ma'am realized my whereabouts before I could leave. I smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry, am I interrupting, Mom?"

"Oh, no. Can I help you?" reply Miss Rus. While Mr. Rusman is engrossed in sipping coffee while snacking fried foods.

"Eum, so gini ma'am .. I want to follow my husband, but I don't know where they're luring him."

"Oh, yes, Den Ali had ordered to take Mbak Safa to where they were fishing while carrying provisions."

"Yes, here I help prepare the food, ma'am." Miss Rus accepted my help. After the food and drink are ready. He drove me to Ali's place and got hooked. Passing the path that divides the forest. Cool and beautiful. The chirping of birds sounds earthy like the melody of our step accompanist.

"Yes, I've been working on Ali's villa for a long time?" I tried to melt the stiff atmosphere.

"It's been decades maybe."

I'm nodding. "Don't you, Mom, live on an island that's so thin?"

"No. Sometimes once a week or so we go out of the island. Visiting family in the city, or shopping. Sometimes my family comes here. Nginepi. So rame."

"Oh, can ya, Mom's family come here?"

"Can. The Den Ali family is very nice. I feel lucky to know and work here. I felt like I was living in my own villa. I don't feel like I'm at work" he explained.

Ali was lucky to be adopted by a kindly wealthy family. All his needs are met. Love pours out for him. The proof of everything that Ali wanted always tried to be obeyed by his adoptive parents.

"Well, it's there they are!" Miss Rus pointed to the fishing spot. It is located on the other side of the island. But what looks like is just Ali. Where is Bocil? My eyes swept around looking for my husband's whereabouts, but were undetectable by these eyes.

After a short conversation with Ali, and putting down the food that had been brought, Ms. Rus decided to return to the Villa.

"Yes, thank you, ma'am" Ali said. Rus stepped away and moved away. I'm still looking for the Bocil.

"Where is it, Li?" ask me after never catching his whereabouts. Ali dyed looking for the whereabouts of his best friend.

"So there, anyway!" Ali pointed a few meters to the north of where we were, but there was no one. There are only edges that jut into the sea and overgrown with weeds mixed with other wild bushes.

I stepped in the direction Ali pointed. Silent. There is only the sound of the waves that are under the cliff there. My call was not interrupted by the Bocil. Even Ali came calling, but still my husband did not reply. Where the hell is he? What the hell happened to him?